request; since i cannot write for ted, feed me with photographer!reader x photographer!ted taking a trip for really good pictures and they share the pictures they took
about; silent pining, ted is hopelessly in love, photography, y/n is ted's muse, two idiots in love i guess, i didn't know if you wanted it to be platonic or not so i've done something i guess, i tried my hardest to stick to the prompt but i got a little carried away, nervous little dude
word count; 439
taglist; @phxntomsdusk, @pheliiaa @average-vibe (ask to be added)
"are you hopping in or what?"
this trip had been planned for weeks, and every single day, ted wanted the days to come faster. all he wanted was to take photos of you, and admire you, and call you his. all he needed was a few days spent with you and he will be the happiest man alive.
he immediately grabs your bags and places them in the backseat of the tacoma. it’s very odd behaviour for him.
a few hours later, you get to the airbnb where you'll both be staying for the small trip. he's already rushing inside, and claiming his room.
it’s 11 pm by this point, and you’ve both settled into bed, probably both on your phones, and on separate ends of the house. you were both like small, giddy children on the drive to the airbnb, and you both couldn't be more excited to spend a few days alone with each other.
there was a knock on your door, startling you.
"come in, ted," you groaned.
"hey... can i sleep in here? it's too hot in my room and the ac doesn't work," he stood in the doorway, not yet wanting to cross the line.
you held yourself back from joking and saying no, but you know ted can't sleep when it's hot, and it's not going to bother you.
"fine, c'mon," you pulled the sheets down on the other side of the bed, and he happily jumped in.
the end of the trip comes around, and you're trying to forget about how you woke up with ted's arms wrapped around you, and how happy he looked everytime you told him it was fine to sleep in your room. but you couldn't seem to let go.
"y/n." his voice broke you out of your trance, and he gestured towards your camera.
'you have to share photos, you dumbass...'
you grabbed your camera and flicked through the photos, showing ted the various images of the parks and lakes and birds and things of the like. when you finished, he looked nervous. worried, even.
"ted what's up?"
"click through them yourself..." he trailed off, mumbling something under his breath as he passed you his camera.
you flicked through each photo. the first day was filled with photos similar to the ones you took. the second day was of small buildings and places he thought looked cool. the third day was... you? all of the photos from the third day were entirely you.
"ted, what's this about-" you were cut off by a loud, quick voice.
requested by anonymous; cappuccino - “do i keep you warm or something?” character b says, sparing a glance in character a’s direction while they’re making their way down the street. “huh?” character a questions, startled out of their reverie. character b hides a grin behind a closed fist around their mouth, feigning a cough into it. “you’re always sticking so close to me these days. a little suspicious, no?” character b teases, and the reddening of the apples of character a’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. - b reader/a ted?
about; teasing, blushing, flustered ted (love him), mentions of cold weather, sweaters, kissing (like three times), entirely fluff, the end is not meant to suggest anything...
word count; 320
celebrate here;
"now y/n, why would you choose the coldest day of the week to go on a walk with me? it seems unreasonable," he said, slightly shivering in the cold. he'd decided to only wear a thin sweater, having underestimated the extent of the cold weather.
"because i got bored and wanted to do something with you," you admitted. originally, you were going to go on a walk by yourself, but the amount of people you saw as you looked outside was overwhelming. you'd called up ted, he said he'd come over, and showed up at your door in no less than ten minutes. however, you never told him what you had in mind.
“do i keep you warm or something?” you say, sparing a glance at him while you're passing the grocery store.
“huh?” he questions, startled out of his reverie. you hide a grin behind a closed fist around your mouth, feigning a cough into it.
“you’re always sticking so close to me these days. a little suspicious, no?” you tease, and the reddening of the apples of ted's cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed.
"are you going to kiss me or what?" it was your turn to be flustered, caught off guard by ted's remark. his question was met with silence as you stared at him.
"well, you can't do all that teasing and not kiss me. that's not how this works," you felt small under his figure, him staring back at you with an amused grin.
"or am i gonna have to kiss you myself?" at this point, you were the tomato, and you had no other choice but to lean into the kiss.
a few short seconds of lips pressed together and you had to pull away. but ted wasn't done. he pressed multiple kisses against your face, and finalising it with a kiss pressed against your nose.
in which; your older brother, schlatt, doesn't help hide your feelings for his bestfriend
requested by anonymous; may i order a mocha with: being schlatts younger sibling by a year with ted, feeling worried when their crush isn’t at school, fixing/fidgeting with their school tie/the hem of their shirt/the collar of their uniform (or something along the lines of preening themselves) whenever their crush walks past them. ( fixing their hair, fidgeting with their ear, fixing their sleeve, pulling at a thread on their shirt — the list goes on. possibilities: endless.) (not the full request)
about; oblivious pining, highschool au, schlatt is referred to as jonathan and schlatt in this, ted is referred to as theodore in a message, swearing, use of y/n, overall fairly fluffy
word count; 526
celebrate here;
ted was known around the school as the local stoner, either showing up to school high or in a headspin. was he cool? some might say so. was he annoying? some also might say so, but not you. you could never find him annoying. partly because if you did, your older brother, jonathan, would reprimand you for 'hating' on his bestfriend.
but jonathan only found out that you had feelings for ted when you had accidentally let it slip one night while you were watching a movie with him. and, as any older brother would do, he teased you relentlessly, sparing you no mercy.
he was at your throat with flirty comments and sexual jokes that probably would have freaked out anyone who was listening.
but one night when ted was staying over, schlatt decided it would be the funniest idea to make it known to ted that his younger sister liked him. shit idea? we both know.
and ever since ted heard that string of words leave his bestfriends mouth, he was nervous as well as overjoyed. he'd liked you forever! of course he'd get excited when his crush liked him. but having known schlatt for years, ted didn't get his hopes up too high.
so when you don't turn up to school one day, and schlatt not having given him any heads up, he was a nervous wreck. he couldn't sit still, he was constantly fidgeting with the collar of his uncomfortable uniform, and he was constantly scolded by the teachers for his lack of focus during the day.
he went home, freaked out and anxious, immediately texting schlatt, demanding answers as to why you weren't there.
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ted ;)
3:24 pm
schlatt!
3:25 pm
where the fuck was y/n today?
where were you today?
3:28 pm
give me some fucking answers, asshole!
3:44 pm
i give up now :(
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the next day, you still didn't show up, but schlatt did, and he immediately started interrogating him.
"schlatt! you bastard! where is y/n!" he whisper-yelled, trying not to alert anyone else's judgmental gaze.
"what do you mean? they're just sick?" oh...
"give me their number, please?" and his phone was placed on ted's desk, your contact open. he copied it into his phone as fast as possible and texted you a quick message, saying hi.
he dragged himself through the rest of the school day, desperate to get back to his house and call you. he was, again, pulling at loose strings on his tie, fixing and styling his hair subconsciously, as if he was trying to impress you, and worried sick about how sick you were. did you have the flu? was it just a head cold?
he ran home as soon as the home bell went, and texted you though pants and heaves.
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theodore
3:09 pm
hey y/n, sorry i didn't text back, i was in class and the teacher kept getting pissed off at me. how have you been? jonathan said you were sick.
3:11 pm
oh, i'm a little bit better. i'll be at school tomorrow :)
